Chapter 34 Free Of The Benoits

• The last thing Elsida recalls is leaning against the bathroom door, feeling as though her chest was swallowing her hole before she went blank.
• Fast forward to four hours later, she arose from the nap she had no intention of taking, a disheveled mess with her throat raw and an impending migraine.
• She has no clue how she got to the bed, let alone who picked her from the bathroom and she wished it remained that way, she’d rather live in oblivion.